English poem
Vendor'S Song
by Adelaide Crapsey (1878–1914)
My songs to sell, good sir! I pray you buy. Here's one will win a lady's tears, Here's one will make her gay, Here's one will charm your true love true Forever and a day; Good sir, I pray you buy!
Oh, no, he will not buy.
My songs to sell, sweet maid! I pray you buy. This one will teach you Lilith's lore, And this what Helen knew, And this will keep your gold hair gold, And this your blue eyes blue; Sweet maid, I pray you buy!
Oh, no, she will not buy.
If I'd as much money as I could tell, I never would cry my songs to sell, I never would cry my songs to sell.